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Sitting in a restaurant in cottage country. with my parents, my friend,my sister and her two friends. I'm eating these miniature boneless chicken wings I feel a pain in my chest, I take a sip of my ice tea through a straw And sit there holding my chest and closing my eyes -- In my head is a jack hammer just pounding My whole body feels pinned down but also moving like the jack hammer -- Laying on the ground I see my father leaning over top of me I am on my back He is pinning me down My vision blacking out and head still pounding "Call 911, she's having a seizure" The only thing I can manage to say is "no" "no. No! no! NO! No? NO... no no nonono...." And the only thing I could think of was 'I don'y want to be a seizure person' Epileptic is what i meant to say, but the word didn't come to me. Tears are rushing down my face, terrified. I can only hope this is a one time thing. As I am helped up by my mom and escorted to the bathroom I see all these faces looking at me Faces of sympathy That is the worst feeling ever. Being stared as you are leaving the room after a seizure
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Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
Seizure
Sitting in a restaurant in cottage country. with my parents, my friend,my sister and her two friends. I'm eating these miniature boneless chicken wings I feel a pain in my chest, I take a sip of my ice tea through a straw And sit there holding my chest and closing my eyes -- In my head is a jack hammer just pounding My whole body feels pinned down but also moving like the jack hammer -- Laying on the ground I see my father leaning over top of me I am on my back He is pinning me down My vision blacking out and head still pounding "Call 911, she's having a seizure" The only thing I can manage to say is "no" "no. No! no! NO! No? NO... no no nonono...." And the only thing I could think of was 'I don'y want to be a seizure person' Epileptic is what i meant to say, but the word didn't come to me. Tears are rushing down my face, terrified. I can only hope this is a one time thing. As I am helped up by my mom and escorted to the bathroom I see all these faces looking at me Faces of sympathy That is the worst feeling ever. Being stared as you are leaving the room after a seizure
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Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
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